.. fidgety. That's the best word for it. She kept moving her feet around, and her hands were moving too, in little useless jerks. She kept looking aro...nd, but I suspected she wasn't actually seeing anything."I know THAT," she said, finally looking at me. "It's just that I'm surprised because of WHY I'm here."It occurred to me that I had never told her where I lived. I asked her how she found my place."I told Geoffrey to bring me here," she said, looking around distractedly again."You're. "Usually my lovers like to lick my wet pussy clean after our sex sessions. I like it too. Not necessarily to have another orgasm, but because its leaves me with such a nice warm and tingly feeling." Really," said Helen, completely missing the point. Clare persisted, "In fact I often insist they do it. After they have enjoyed my ample charms......." At this she seductively wiggled her breasts and pussy. "I think it is the least they can do." "Oh," said Helen, starting to see where this was going. It wasn't bad enough that I seemed to bestuck in the body of a teenage girl. Now I seemed to be remembering herlife, channelling her feelings.That was only one shock that seeing my "father" brought with him. Theother came when I overheard my "father" ask the doctor about, in hiswords, 'the hero who had rescued' me from my attacker.I started to have a very bad feeling. I still held out hope that this wassome bizarre dream, that maybe everything since my accident was a productof a sleeping, or. ” He seemed surprised but reassured by my matron like directness. He stood before me naked from the waist down, a small thatch of hazel pubes and his balls hanging heavily down. “Well you are a nice looking lad,” I said. I hung up his trousers to dry and said, “Now would you like to play the kissing game while we wait?”“How does that work?” James asked. “Well, you touch somewhere and I’ll kiss you there – it’s easy.” I took his finger and placed it on his eyebrow and then gave him a gentle kiss.